#saturday💕

[herewegobebe]

Jinki & Kibum on Amazing Saturday Ep.347 🐰🗝 🥰 [x]

[elvensorceress]

Saturday snippet/Fuck it Friday

more omegaverse fun for beloved @chismosoeddie Eddie being homesick and Buck trying to make it better 🥰

@tizniz @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @chaosandwolves @xjeanmoreaux @mangonadaeddie @dangerpronebuddie @sergeantchenford @bekkachaos @glorious-spoon @sofa-king-lame @spotsandsocks @livinginsunnyhell @sazanahashi @damnikindaship @rainbow-nerdss @youreavicioustrollop @kejfeblintz @keynb @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove 💕

There’s a package on Eddie's doorstep when he gets home late. He can smell it even before he gets out of his car. Even before he opens it. The scent is sweet, vanilla-y, rich and golden. 

Like Buck. It smells like Buck. 

The box holds two batches of cookies, a loaf of beautiful sourdough, a soft fuzzy blanket, and an LAFD hoodie that has BUCKLEY embroidered on the sleeve. 

The cookies are amazing. He eats three immediately and it also miraculously helps his stomach. Then he puts on the hoodie, Texas heat be damned, and it’s so big. Hugely too big on him. Yeah, he’s smaller than Buck but not this much. Even Buck would be swimming in this. Maybe that’s why he passed it along? He had to have just worn it for the scent of him to be this strong. 

The scent is so strong. It’s so sweet and rich and it almost, almost feels like Buck hugging him. 

Why does wearing something Buck just wore (but gifted to him because he wore it?) feel so intimate? Why does it feel like love and magic wrapped around him? 

It is something mates do. People who choose to be chemically, emotionally, physically bonded to each other. They share scent marked items for closeness and comfort. But it is also something family members do when they have to be apart, and Buck is absolutely Eddie’s family. That’s all this is. Family intimacy. 

Eddie wraps his arms around himself and might like the overly large size of the hoodie. All the soft familiar material covering him so he’s enveloped everywhere in something that smells like Buck. He holds the baggy collar to his face and breathes in deeply.

Pleasant radiant soothing sweetness floods through his whole body. It makes shivers coast all over his skin and deep warmth pool in his belly. He might actually be able to sleep soundly like this. It’s such a relief. It’s so— he doesn’t have a word for it except soothing. 

He picks up the blanket and holds it to his face. It’s thin but a soft, fleecy material. Not too thick or heavy. Good for hot desert climates, maybe even during the summer. The smell on it is also so strong. As if Buck slept with it tangled around his body— maybe tangled around his naked body? For it to smell this heady? Before he stuck it in the mail for Eddie. 

An ache of homesickness hits him right through his chest. 

How could he leave everything? How is he going to make a home for himself and his son when all he wants is what he had to leave behind? 

He will. He did it before. It will happen. For now, he can breathe in sweetness and comfort. He can’t help but imagine— remember Buck’s arms around him. Buck melting all over him, draped around him, holding him so long and so tightly. 

No one has ever held Eddie that way. Like they can hardly bear to let go. He’s never been held the way Buck holds him. 

Eddie squeezes his arms around his own body and suddenly wants to cry. He’s fine though. He’s fine.

But. The thing is. 

This— the hoodie, the blanket, the taste of chocolate and cinnamon, the smell of spicy sweet vanilla-y Buck— it quiets the emptiness that’s been gnawing at Eddie’s insides. The haunting, absent nothingness when he tries to nest and make a new home for himself? It isn’t present anymore. Not when he can smell and feel Buck. Not when he can almost trick himself into believing that Buck is holding him. That Buck is with him. 

His phone lights up and Eddie quickly wipes at his eyes just so Buck doesn’t worry. He’s fine. Just— just missing his best friend. He misses having a home. And a family. 

Eddie still gives him a smile when he answers, “Hey, Buck.” 

“Hey! Did you get your care package? I got a notification that it was delivered. I tried to ship it to you as quick as it could get there. Figured you needed it.” 

Of course that’s what Buck did. Eddie bites his lip, and doesn’t want to cry right now. He so easily could. He wishes Buck were here. Actually, if he’s wishing for things, he wishes he and his son were back home and with their Buck and none of them ever had to be separated. 

Eddie tips his phone down so the camera will show his torso already swathed in Buck’s giant hoodie.

“Oh,” Buck says like he’s stunned. Or full of awe as if Eddie is a mythical, spectacular thing to behold. He’s not. He actually looks worn out and tired when he looks at himself. He doesn’t remember the last time he got even three hours of sleep in a row. But he is wearing Buck’s hoodie. And Buck looks at him like he can’t believe Eddie’s actually wearing the clothing that was sent to him. 

Is it such a weird thing? They’ve accidentally switched clothes before. Happens when you always do laundry together. 

God, Eddie even misses doing laundry now. What the hell is in the El Paso water these days? 

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

for Sleepover Sunday!!!

top three Agatha outfits? 😁

Okay, so I actually have an ask sitting in my inbox to do a full outfit ranking for her, and I’ve been marginally avoiding answering it because I feel like it’s impossible?? Literally how am I supposed to rank them when she looks so stunning in EVERYTHING?!!

SO— these answers will probably change once I do a deep dive and actually start to put a full ranking together, but off the top of my head (and yes these are in order):

1. The Coat™️

(Specifically this version with the hair down and the shoes off)

2. The Agatha reveal look

3. The nosy “a little loose with her boundaries” neighbor

And an honorable mention if you don’t count her naked as an “outfit” (party pooper 😤)

The Robe™️

[yourtamaki]

Sunny I'm. Face in my hands, Shanks kisses soooooooooo much. Everywhere, all the time, he has the audacity to giggle softly into it when you kiss him back. He kisses you when you're happy, when you're mad, when you want him, when you're trying to sleep. He's literally the nightmare of all time, what room are we holding that support group in??

HE’S SOOO !!!!!

he will sneak in kisses every chance he gets. fingertip kisses whenever you feed him a bite of your food, ankle kisses when he helps you with your shoes, tummy kisses when you’re cuddled up together with him resting his head on your stomach. and they aren’t thoughtless, mindless kisses either. every single one of them is on purpose, deliberate, full of every ounce of affection he has for you :((

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[Comic] Immersed in an infinitely long dream

Artist: 橘芝士 (ju zhi shi)

Source: ♡ || Permission: ♡ || Sub-masterlist

⌚ Do not repost ⌚

Warning: NSFW 🔞

Based on Victor’s Melding Into You MQ 🧊

— [Tidbits]:

For those of you who don’t know/ aren’t familiar with the concept– the term “The moon is beautiful/ lovely (isn’t it)”-- is believed to be found by a famous Japanese writer Sōseki Natsume in the 19-20th century. Since the explicit expression of love/ affection wasn’t as widespread in Japanese culture, or it still isn’t in Asian culture in general as compared to the West– the story goes that he instructed his student to translate “I love you” as “The moon is beautiful.” While there isn’t any record validating the story itself, this phrase is now widely used in animes/ dramas as a poetic expression of “I love you,” depicting the wondrous circumstance of falling/ being in love. 

—

[thatdammchickennugget]

fuck marry kill umbridge, filch, and mad-eye moody 😈

hi lissybun 💕 first of all, you did ask me this exact question on discord before and I just wanna say, just as disrespectful as the first time 💔 literally no right answer to this, you'll be judged no matter what you say 🤡

that being said, marrying moody is an easy choice for me. not only the most interesting character out of the three (at least for me), but I also still think about that random fic I read on ao3 about young moody in his 20s going through auror training that had me swooning. also recently saw someone's post saying they fancast young moody as damian hardung and well what am I supposed to do now that I imagine that face.

I'll fuck umbridge because I'd rather fuck a batshit evil woman than a weird old man, sorry filch.

sleepover saturday

[livinces2]

I miss them, and I need them to fuck nasty again.

[capricioussun]

Things changed a lot after they left the lab

[odegoob]

Hi lovely!!! So for the sleepover I wanted to know what would you choose between arsenal winning the PL or UCL?

AND

-Whats your favourite food

hello angel hope you are having a lovely day 🫶

that is fr such a difficult question, i think I would prefer winning the prem bc its the culmination of 38 games, making that endless grind Worth It. that being said winning the ucl would be so beautiful I would very much Like To See It. which would you prefer?

fave food is so hard bc I love food so much it's hard to choose just one thing. a meal shared with friends and nice wine is my cop-out answer....maybe freshly made pasta + a simple sauce from scratch, with basil and parmesan and a summer's evening breeze

ask me saturday sleepover questions!

[typicalopposite]

BECZ!! happy friday luv!

so ficlet friday prompt for ya: Salted popcorn for bucktommy

and well 2 can play the i want 2 game so how about

Hot chocolate with cream & marshmallows for firstprince

luv ya 💚💚💚💚💚

i'll take either really i couldn't decide so put them both lolz

*in Rafiki’s voice* It is done!

Melz! It got away from me! But for you!! I present:

Alex brushes the new fallen snow off the steps of the brownstone and sits down. The snow cuts through his gloves reaching the skin and freezing his hands. The wind chill has his nose frozen and red; it will be running soon. Snowflakes land in his lap, in his curls poking out from his toboggan, on his lashes. He brushes them all away.

He should probably go on inside; Henry wouldn’t mind. But there is something so homey, and domestic, and free in the way Henry stops to chat with their neighbor. Alex can’t help but to stay and stare. Every few minutes Henry looks from the neighbor to Alex and smiles, and Alex can’t believe this is really the life he gets to live.

The neighbor is going on and on about something, and Henry is listening with that intense look he gets when he is super focused; and David is doing laps around Henry’s legs. If he’s not careful, he’s going to topple over 101 Dalmation’s style on their poor neighbor. “Love,” he eventually says. “Would you mind–”

“I got him,” Alex laughs. He pushes off the steps and walks towards where Henry and David are standing with their neighbor on the sidewalk.

The neighbor is busy writing something on the ripped off flap of an envelope when Alex reaches them. “There you go!” She says with a bright smile. “You are going to love it! It’ll warm you both right up!” Then she is telling them goodbye and returning to her own brownstone.

Inside Alex unhooks David – who flees to his warm bed to curl up in it – and goes to turn the fireplace on. Henry parted from him in the hall and went instead to the kitchen; Alex hears cabinets opening and closing, and things being put down on the counter. He wonders what recipe the neighbor has given his boyfriend this time.

Once his nose is thawed, and he has regained feeling in his fingers, he makes his way to the kitchen. Leaning against the wall he watches Henry stir something in a saucepan. Two of their large mugs are waiting on the counter; Henry divides what he was stirring into each. He tops them with marshmallows and some cream, adding a sprinkle of cocoa powder to the top (because he’s fancy). “There you are,” he says, handing Alex the cup of hot cocoa.

“Well it smells amazing,” Alex laughs, holding the mug up under his nose and breathing in the rich smell of chocolate. Henry’s eyes are wide and impatient; waiting for Alex to take the first sip. He obliges, swallowing a big sip of the cocoa down, turning his eyes up like he’s trying to decipher the taste. “Mmm… yeah,” he finally says. “Tastes amazing, too.”

Henry sighs. “You are such a menace…” he mumbles and tries it for himself. He smiles at the mug, seemingly satisfied, then leans in to kiss off the remnants of cream from Alex’s lips.

– – –

Tommy definitely hears Evan sigh at Henry and Alex’s kiss… he doesn't say anything, though. Instead he just tightens his arm around Evan’s shoulder, pulling him in more against his body. Tommy loves a good romcom so when Evan asks him to watch the Red White and Royal Blue sequel he’s been talking about all year, he obliges. They started their date night by watching the first one, taking a break after so Evan could go on a little tirade about the movie. (It’s become one of his favorites, he says he’s hyperfixating.) Then they fell back into their spots (practically connected from head to feet — on Evan’s bed to start the second.

Evan suddenly shoots up, grabbing the remote and taking the movie back a few scenes; he pauses the TV, leaning in towards the screen. “What are you doing?” Tommy laughs.

“Trying to make out the ingredients for the recipe she gives him,” Evan says, squinting at the screen (Evan swears to himself it’s only blurry because the recipe is not in focus; Tommy takes the opportunity to tease him that he’s getting old, too). “I bet I have everything… I could make us some!”

“You want hot chocolate?” Evan shrugs, nods. “With salty popcorn?” Tommy shakes their almost empty popcorn bowl; he gets another shrug, another nod. “In the middle of summer?!”

“It’s kind of cold in here,” Evan argues, but just in case he also gives Tommy his pitiful pleading puppy dog eyes. He is not ashamed to admit using them to get his way, every now and then. Tommy sighs deep, and rolls his own eyes.

“Fine,” he groans, then smiles— his ‘you’re lucky you’re adorable’ without saying it. Evan’s face lights up and he jumps up from the bed — grabbing the popcorn bowl with the promise of refilling it for the remainder of the movie— to go dig through his cabinets in search of the ingredients from the recipe.

“Aha,” Tommy hears from downstairs. A “There you are,” and “Found it,” follows, and he can imagine the mess being made in Evan’s hunt.

“Need help?” Tommy calls down to him.

“Nope! Found everything! Be back up in a minute!” Tommy can hear the smile in Evan’s voice and, yeah, that’s worth drinking a hot winter drink on one maybe one of the hottest days of the year so far.

In no time Evan comes bouncing back up the stairs— carefully because he is balancing the bowl of fresh popcorn between the two mugs and his chest. Tommy takes the bowl, before there’s a mess upstairs as well, and one of the mugs. It’s topped with marshmallows and cream just like in the movie, and Tommy takes a sip.

Evan is bouncing on his heels next to him, looking down at him with those same puppy dog eyes, waiting on Tommy’s verdict. “It’s delicious,” he says. “Sweet—” he picks up a few pieces of popcorn and tosses them into his mouth. “And salty… just like you.”

“Hey! When am I ever salty,” Evan pouts.

“I mean you did main your best friend… out of jealousy.”

“Hey— whatever,” Evan rolls his eyes and restarts the movie. He tastes the cocoa for himself and hums, satisfied, sinking down onto the bed, snuggling back up to Tommy’s side. “Told you I could make it!”

“I never doubted you,” Tommy laughs, picking up a handful of popcorn and throwing it at Evan, before leaning in to kiss the remnants of cream off his lips.

There ya go! 💕💕 Hope you like it 😁

[solar-sunnyside-up]

Thank you for the hope for all the little sprouts of hope for the sense of community and direction thank you you will never know how thankful I am

Of course! We are all growing together 🌱 I'm honored to be here with you for yours

[darlingcloudie-9]

Live laugh love Kumonoue & Yuichiro’s straining relationship 💕

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

moot's hyperfixating 🤝 dashboard causing my new hyperfixating

[therealnightcity]

“Could stay like this forever.”

“Yeah? Forever is a long time”

“I think I’ll manage”

Wanted to share this lovely Christmas present from @dreamskug of our boys, done by a friend 🩷🩷🩷

[theone]

And it′s like ❄️SNOW.ATTHE.BEACH❄️ WEIRDBUTFUCKINBEAUTIFUL flying.ina.dream. ✨STARSBYTHEPOCKETFUL✨

ofc i'd send snow-related lyrics!

you wanting me tonight, feels impossible...

❄️ but it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around ❄️❄️ like snow on the beach ❄️

The venn diagram of me, you, and Lorelai loving snow is just a circle!!!

[ofmermaidstories]

I'm rereading surrender again (bc it's just so gosh darn amazing and i love it!!!), and the brief mention of melon bread in chapter 2 made me go "hang on, what exactly *is* melon bread??"

So since, as of two weeks ago, i'm now living in Japan, i went to my local grocery store, and happily walked out with a bag of plain and choco chip melon pan. And it was so good?? So i hope Haru enjoyed his melon bread as much as i did (if Weeds actually remembered to give it to him haha), and also thank you for opening my eyes to this scrumptious pastry through your work!!

Wishing you a wonderful day filled with a hundred little joys💜✨

melon bread. 🥹 i remember being a kid and encountering it in anime for the first time and just assuming for years it was melon-flavoured lmao. which to be fair, probably isn’t that far-fetched of an assumption given the prevalence of melon-flavoured things over there? 🧐 but anyways—aw anon. you’re kind to say. 🥺 congrats on the move!!! that’s incredible—and a big thing to do. 🥺 so may it feel like home quickly. 😌🏠🌷 and may you always be a short distance from melon pan. 😈🍈🍞

this is one of the melon breadsss i got last time i was in japan!! they were baking them fresh so the whole area smelt like sugary bread. 😩🙏🏽